Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-02-19
He had eouaI difriculty in recognizing her

as it possible that IL Is you, Miss Bonus
he said in amazement, after she had spoken to
him again.
YES, this is I, or as much as is left of me.
And here and his voice trembled, lis about
all that is left of the regiment The rest are
living about the roots Of those accursed cedars,
full mile from here"
And Harry Glen-where Is he." she SAID,
rising hurriedly from the boxes and passing
along the line of stretchcrs, scanning each
face.
A new pain appeared in the doctors face
as he watched her
You'll not find him there he said. "fhe
last | saw of him he was forming a handful
of the regiment that We're still on their feet,
to retake cannon which the Confederates had
captured. | was Starting off with the colonel
here when they dashed away"
Come, be said, after making some TEN
porary provisions for tie comfort of his
wounded You must get away from here
as quickly as possible. fear the army is
badly defeated, and it may be a rout soon.
You must get away before the rush begins,
for then it will be terrible"
He took her over the pike, and across it to
"htiN Spiht NtiS stttiiiitiS 10 hS
was about to put Rachel in one of these their
attention was arrested by an officer, APP
parently acting as provost marshal, dragging
from behind huge rock lieutenant who
was skulking there. They were too far away
to hear what was said but not so far that
they could not recognize the skulker as Lieut.
Joseph Pancake. The provost marshal
apparently demanded the skulker's name
ard wrote it in book. Pancake seemed to
give the information, and accompanied it
with fugubrious pointing to a bandase
around his knee. The provost marshal
stopped and took the handkerchief off, to find
that not even the cloth of the pantaloons had
been injured. He contemptuously tore the
| straps from Pancakes shoulders and left him
'The rascal's cowardice is like the mercy OF
God" said Denslow, "for it endureth for
ever"
He put Rachel in a wagon, and ordered the
| driver to start at once for Nashville with her
She pressed his hand, as they separated and
then sank back on the boxes, overwhelmed
with fatigue and grief.
How had it been faring all this time with
Harry Glen and those with himl
The fierce wave had dashed against the
regiment early in the morning, and although
| the first fire received from the Confederates
made gaps in the ranks where fifty men fell,
it did not recoil a step. but drove its as
sailants back with such slaughter that their
dead, lying in the open ground over which
they crossed, were grimly compared by Abe
Bolton to 'punkins layin in field where the
| cOrnis been cut Off"
Then the fight settled into a murierous
musketry duel across the field, in which the
ranks OF both sides melted away like frost in
the sun In a few minutes all the field of
| ficers were down, and the only captain that
remained untouched took command of the
regiment, shouting to Harry Glen at the same
moment to take command of the two COM
panies on the right, whose captains and lieu
tenants had fallen. Two guns escaping from
the crush at the extreme right, had galloped
down, and opened calamity to assist the regi-
ment Almost instantly horses and men went
| down under the storm of bullets An aide
| broke through the cedaTs behind
"Fan back-fall back, for Gods sake!' he
| shouted. The Confederates have got around
the right, and viii cut you off"
Fail back, boys" shouted the captain in
command, @but keep together, listen to
orders, and load as you go" The same instant
he fell with ball through his chest
! "SerSt Glen, you're in command of the
regiment, now" shouted dozen voices.
| The lieutenant of the battery-a mere boy
| ran up to Harry. A stream of blood on
| his jacket matched its crimson trimmings.
Don't go of and leave my guns, after I've
helped you. Do not, for the love of Heaven!
| I've saved them so far Bring them off with
| YOU
Harry looked inquiringly around upon the
less than one hundred survivors who gath
cred about him, and had heard tine passionate
appeal. Every face was set with mortal
desperation. An Irish boy on the left was
kissing cross which he had drawn from his
bosom
The tears which strong men shed in wild
fits of rage were rolling down the cheeks OF
| Edwards, Bolton and others.
Il don't want to live always!1 shouted
Kent, with an oath: lets take the -
guns"
i don't want no better place to die than
| right herel" echoed Abe, still more savageIy
profane. Les have the guns, or sink into
| he'll getting 'em!"
| The remnant of the Confederate regiment
had broken cover and rushed for the guns.
attention. shouted Harry. Fix bayo
| nets
| The sharp steel clashed on the muzzles
FORWARD. CHARGED"